Was she too thirsty?
Drank all of it in one gulp?
She clasped her hands and watched as Yan Huan threw the empty bottle into the recycling bin, the dark thoughts from noon surfacing in her mind again.
After a moment of silence, she quietly followed his steps.
The setting sun sank, and the two walked on a corridor bathed in red light.
One shadow stretched long while the other stood entirely in the glow, as if she had become the shadow itself.
Yan Huan opened the classroom door and walked to his class, where his desk by the window, splashed with paint, had been replaced after being reported to the school.
Was he here to pick up things?
But didn't he already carry a backpack?
The next moment, Yan Huan had pulled away the newly replaced desk and chairs, revealing the wall behind the desk.
On the wall, there were still numerous streaks of mismatched paint.
